Adonis Rising

by K. Lyn

  Two days following Leah’s cemetery encounter with Camden was a Saturday and her alarm sounded at six in the morning. Britni sat straight up. “Leah!” Leah murmured something inaudible when her roommate shook her. “You set the alarm for six on a Saturday morning?”

  “Oh shit! I gotta go.” She gathered her things, took a quick shower, and asked to borrow Britni’s car again.

  “Take whatever you want, but let me sleep.”

  Leah ran through the quiet lobby of the dorm and out to the car. She put the top down and let her hair dry in the morning breeze. She hoped that Camden had a big pot of coffee waiting for her when she arrived.

  Camden’s house was dark when Leah parked in the driveway. She missed this house. She missed Camden. He had shared his soul with her in this house, and within these walls she had fallen in love with him, her first in every way. She ran to the door and pressed the button. She could hear the familiar ding from where she stood and her heart began to race. She rang the bell a second time and noticed a light go on. A few seconds later the door opened and a man who looked old enough to be her father stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel.

  “Is Camden here?”

  “Cam’s in the shower. Are you his…?” Then he stopped. Who was this woman? Cam never mentioned having a sister, and she didn’t look young enough to be his daughter. “Are you a student?” It would be odd for a student to show up at the home of a professor, especially at this hour.

  “No, I’m Leah. Cam is expecting me.”

  The man asked Leah to come in and he introduced himself as Mike Mellors. “Coffee, Leah?”

  “Yes, please.” Leah sat sipping the hot beverage while Mike went back to the bedroom to put on some clothes. When he returned, he had barely gotten comfortable when he heard Camden in the kitchen.

  “You made coffee. Baby, you know what I need but that was proven last night, wasn’t it?”

  Leah noticed the older man’s embarrassment and she did not miss the sexual innuendo or the sensual tone in Camden’s voice. Mike leapt from his chair and headed to the kitchen as Leah tried to choke down her coffee. She could hear Camden and Mike speaking in whispered words and she wanted to run away but at the same time she wanted to hit Camden as hard as she could. He had sounded so positive when they talked in the cemetery two nights ago, and Leah was certain that they were going to get a fresh start this weekend. He had invited her. He said she could come over anytime. She felt her rage bubbling to the surface when Camden entered the room.

  “Leah, it’s early.”

  She stood up to face him, thankful that Mike had remained out of sight. “Too early, I would say. What time did you expect me? Were you hoping that I wouldn’t stop by until your boyfriend was gone?” She shot questions at him so fast that Camden thought he was being hit with bullets. She had her hand on the doorknob when he stopped her.

  “Leah, it’s not what you think?”

  “Yes it is. You went to a gay bar and brought home a souvenir.”

  “Leah, you are out of line. You have no right to stereotype anyone. I would expect better from a Jewish girl.”

  The words hit Leah hard and she pulled on the door. Camden did not stop her this time. He meant what he had said. Leah’s words had cut him deep. He turned to see Mike standing in the doorway.

  “You okay, Cam?”

  “I will be.” He had wanted to say so much more to Leah. Mike was no casual pick-up. They had met the night of his awkward encounter with Leah. Drinking his hurt away, Mike had stopped him from going home with a male prostitute. He had driven him home and stayed with him that night and the next day, calling in sick for him. They had talked about everything and anything that weekend, and Mike had been staying with him since. It wasn’t about sex. That had not happened until last night. Was Leah too young to understand? Could she ever understand that Mike had been the therapy he needed?

  Leah sped off in her roommate’s car, swerving in and out of traffic and exceeding the speed limit. When she parked the car at the dorm, she didn’t remember much of the drive back into the city. She sat in the car and sobbed. She couldn’t face her roommate after waking her so early. Britni would think she was crazy. She had never had much in the way of alcohol, but she drove to a bar a few miles from campus where some of the students had bragged about getting in with fake I.D’s. She didn’t need a fake. She was the same age as the graduate students and today she felt much older.

  The only type of liquor she had ever had was wine, and that wasn’t on the menu at this bar. She ordered what was listed as the house special and forced it down. She was well on her way to being unable to drive back to the dorm when the bartender tipped her off that a man wanted to buy her a drink. Leah glanced his way. “Tell him thanks,” she said. The bartender watched as the man made his way toward Leah. She looked too innocent to know much about picking up strangers or what untoward thoughts lay in the hearts of young men. In fact, the bartender wondered what a woman like her was doing in a bar on a Saturday afternoon.

  When she got up to leave with the stranger, the bartender stopped her. “Miss, there’s a call for you. The man said it was urgent.”

  Leah gave him a confused look, but when she turned to tell the stranger to wait for her, he was already gone. The bartender motioned Leah behind the counter.

  “Who is it?”

  “Look, honey, you don’t even know that man. He could be a serial killer for all you know.”

  “Men do it all the time. They pick up women, sleep with them, and then dump them without a thought. Why can’t I, huh? Maybe I just wanted to get laaaiidd.”

  “I think you should go home, sweetie. Do you need a ride? Where do you live?”

  “In the dorm.”

  “You’re a student? Did you pass a fake I.D. in here?”

  “No. I’m a lot older than most college students. Check my I.D. if you don’t believe me.”

  “Fair enough. I’m a graduate student myself, bartending to pay tuition and board.”

  Leah stood there listening, or trying to, as her mind wandered back to her confrontation with Camden.

  “My shift ends in ten minutes, so why don’t you follow me to my place and I’ll make you some coffee.”

  “I don’t know you. Is that why you didn’t want me to go with the sexy stranger? You wanted me, didn’t you?” Leah’s attempt at being sexy was comical and not at all believable. The bartender knew she didn’t belong there.

  “I’m Jack Trapp. No jokes, please.”

  Leah wasn’t feeling very well, so she agreed. Jack drove slowly, hoping not to lose her. She seemed to be doing okay and he didn’t live far, about halfway between the university and the bar. Leah stumbled down the stairs and into the small basement apartment of Jack Trapp, thinking what a dump it was.

  As if reading her mind, he defended his cozy home. “Hey, it’s got that lived-in look.”

  Leah dropped her keys on the sofa and made a fast track to the bathroom. When she returned, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee reminded her of Camden’s house and the surprise that had awaited her there earlier. She sat quietly on the makeshift sofa and rocked back and forth.

  “You okay, Leah?” Jack sat down in a chair opposite her and tried to figure her out. She was not a usual at the bar, she was within a year or two of his own age, and she was obviously very upset about something.

  Leah looked at Jack through bleary eyes and noticed how kind he appeared. He wasn’t sexy like the dark haired Camden, but he was attractive. “Got a girlfriend, Jack?”

  He took the cup from her shaking hands and sat down beside her. “No, Leah, no girlfriend.”

  The hurt and anger of seeing Camden with a man rushed to Leah’s head again and taunting words flew out of her mouth. “Of course not. You have a boyfriend, right?”

  “No, I’m not gay.”

  “Sometimes guys just say that when in fact they are waiting for the right man. Are you in between men, Jack?”

  “No, Leah. I am no
t between men.”

  The smile on his lips was not appreciated by the emotionally scarred woman and she continued the taunts. “Are you sure you don’t want a man?”

  “I’m sure.”

  Leah boldly placed her hand on Jack’s thigh and slid it close to his crotch. “Prove it.”

  In another circumstance Jack would have bedded Leah so fast she wouldn’t have had time to question his sexuality, or any reason to, but she was clearly under the influence and he couldn’t take advantage of the situation, could he? With Leah’s hand between his legs and moving upward, however, he could not keep his body from responding to the woman’s touch.

  Leah outlined the denim clad cock all the way to the top of his zipper. “Not bad, Jack. Not bad at all.”

  Jack didn’t say a word as he watched the young woman, waiting to see how far she would go. Was she all talk or was this the real deal? Leah unbuttoned her blouse and slid the garment off of her body. She had not worn a bra, hoping to entice Camden, and she held her firm breasts in her hands. “You like? They are almost virgins.” Jack’s gaze lowered to the hard brown points that seemed to beckon him to take them between his lips. Leah swung a leg over and straddled him. Taken off guard, Jack backed away just a little. But Leah pulled roughly on his shirt, drawing it out of his jeans and forcing the man’s hands above his head. The shirt fell onto the floor behind him and Leah teased the hair on his chest with her taut nipples. She watched as the nipples on Jack’s chest met hers and she looked up at him with lust in her eyes. Jack took her head in his hands and kissed her full pouty lips. Leah fell against him, moving her crotch along his cock. She would fuck him all night long if that’s what it took to erase the memory of Camden from her mind. She boldly shoved a hand inside Jack’s jeans, running her fingers lightly between his cock and the skin of his lower torso. He was much bigger than Camden from what she could tell and a part of her wanted to admit her inexperience, but she didn’t say a word. She ran the zipper down and little by little she slid her hand downward along the cock all the way to the base.

  “Time to do something about this, don’t you think?”

  Leah was surprised at Jack’s words but she told herself that she was ready. “Ready when you are,” she said, with a hint of a dare.

  Jack stood and Leah wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack’s bedroom was small, like her bedroom in the apartment in Galveston, and once again she tried to erase the elegance of Camden’s home from her mind. Jack laid her down upon the rumpled sheets and stripped the remaining clothes from her body. When he looked into her eyes, she smiled slightly, trying to hide her fear. When the abundance of his manhood was finally revealed, Leah gasped, which Jack interpreted as longing, lust, and desire. The young tight body was gorgeous, fit yet soft, with curves and angles in perfect proportion. He kissed his way along her abdomen, forcing her legs apart as he moved between them. The teasing nipples lay in wait and the heated breath upon them caused Leah to push toward his mouth. One swipe of his tongue and she moaned. He teased her nipples, one inside his mouth and the other one between his fingers. When he spread her pussy lips with the head of his cock, Leah felt her body tense. He pushed into her and Leah winced and took a deep breath.

  “Leah,” he moaned. He pushed all the way inside of the tightest cunt he had ever entered and leaned over her. “Oh fuck, Leah. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  Leah tried to accommodate the massive entity but she could barely move. Jack wrapped his arm around her head, pushing against her, trying not to lose it too quickly. He couldn’t see Leah’s face but he assumed she was enjoying it as much as he.

  “Good, Leah?”

  “Yes,” she squeaked.

  She felt as if she were being ripped apart by this man. It seemed as if hours had passed before Jack’s release came hard and Leah could finally relax. Jack kissed her as she fought back tears. She didn’t want him to know that she was practically a virgin or that she was wishing he were someone else. This wasn’t about him. She felt her body relax when he finally pulled out of her and rolled onto his side.

  “Was it worth it?”

  Leah turned to him, shocked at the question. “What?”

  “Leah, you came to the bar today for one reason and it wasn’t to get drunk or laid. You came to the bar because someone hurt you. Am I right?”

  Leah turned away from him and pulled the sheet over her nakedness. She felt a warm hand between her breasts as Jack pressed against her back. “What do you know?” she sniffed. He moved her hair to the back of her neck and kissed her shoulder. “I’ve been tending bar for six years. People come in all the time in an attempt to kill their pain.”

  Leah rolled over and pushed Jack onto his back. “If you knew I was in pain, then why did you sleep with me?”

  “I’m not a saint, Leah, and need I remind you that you were the one to initiate this little romp? Who was the lucky man you wanted to be with tonight? Because I know it wasn’t me.”

  The words were hurtful to Leah, but true. She had used him. “I like you.”

  Jack leaned up on his elbow and dared to touch Leah’s face. “That’s sweet, honey, but who did you really want to be drilling you tonight?”

  “You…I wanted you.”

  Jack pushed her down into the pillows and forced her quivering lips to accept his. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, until he knew she wanted him. “That’s a little better.” He rolled her onto him and she could feel the thick hard mass pushing into her belly. He wanted her again and she could feel her body tense.

  Jack felt Leah’s heart beat faster against his chest and he stopped kissing her. “What is it, Leah?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You tensed. What gives?”

  Leah put her head down on Jack’s chest and mumbled into his thick hair. “I was a virgin.”

  Jack thought he surely misunderstood the barely audible words, but he heard the word virgin as if she had shouted it. “You were a virgin…tonight?!”

  “Almost.”

  “Leah, look at me.”

  Leah slowly raised her head and peered at him through her hair.

  “You were almost a virgin? What does that mean?”

  “I only did it a couple of times before tonight.”

  “A couple of times, Leah? What does that mean? How many times?” “Once.” “Once is not twice, Leah. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Would you have gone through with it if I had told you?”

  Jack sighed. Would he have gone through with it? He didn’t know. “I don’t know, Leah, but I wouldn’t have hurt you. I would have taken it slow. I’m not the kind of guy who…”

  “Who what? Don’t tell me you wanted to see me again. You wanted this to be a one night fuck.”

  “I think it’s time for you to go home, Leah.”

  “No, finish your sentence.”

  “I wanted to see you again, okay? I watched you all afternoon, thinking that if I had a woman as kind and sweet and pretty as you, I would treat her like a queen. Not all guys are hounds.”

  Leah blurted out, “Camden is not a hound, whatever that means.”

  Jack pulled the thick blanket over them both as he held Leah on top of him. It was late and getting dark and a little chilly. “Camden, is it?”

  “Yeah, Camden Wassen. He’s a professor of literature at the university.”

  “Hmm, so what happened between you and Professor Wassen?”

  “He’s gay.”

  “Oh, come on, Leah. No gay man had sex with you.”

  “Okay, he’s bi, I guess. I don’t know. His lover died two years ago in a hate crime.”

  “Are you talking about the McCormick murder?”

  “I guess so…Conrad McCormick?”

  “That was a big deal around here. He was a professor, too. He did a lot for the gay community, changed a few things, and many consider him a hero. I didn’t know the man, but the students loved him. Died for a cause.”

  Leah gulped, but she wen
t on. “I went to Camden’s house today because he asked me to stop by sometime, but…” She stopped.

  “There was someone there,” Jack finished for her.

  “A man in a towel,” Leah added.

  Jack didn’t want to talk about Camden. He felt a pang of jealousy when this young woman he had met only a few hours before spoke of another man. He held her head to his chest and was asleep long before Leah. She lay there thinking about the last few weeks. She should have never gone to the cemetery. Maybe she should have called Camden often, like her mother had suggested. Somewhere deep inside she wished that she had never met him that day on the beach. But if she had never met him, she would have never made love with him and that had been worth it. She went over and over in her mind all of the times they shared together. Had there been a sign that she had missed? How could he be with a man, with a woman, and then with a man again? He hadn’t been pretending with her, had he? If he had been pretending, he was a damned good actor.

  When Leah awoke, she was on her side of the bed and the opposite side was empty. She almost called out Camden’s name, but stopped herself just in time. “Jack?” She sat up and realized she had a really bad headache when a steaming cup of coffee was passed under her nose.

  “Thought you might need this.”

  “Is it always this bad?”

  “Nah, but you’re a virgin.”

  Leah looked up from her cup ready to kill. “That was low.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, but you deserved it.”

  He smiled and Leah saw the nice bartender she had come home with last night. Maybe it was better to have a nice guy than a hot sexy dark haired man who could make her cream just thinking about him. Jack had made her hot, too, or she thought he had. She was a little fuzzy about last night. He was definitely what her roommate called ‘packin’.’ That much she did remember.

  “So what’s the game plan?”